Beach

He hadn't even realized he'd started singing, which became evident as his cheeks lit up at the praise. "I swear, I didn't know I could sing until recently." he mumbled sheepishly, shutting the eye above his cheek that was kissed. "Besides, I don't think that even if I knew I could sing before now that I would of. I'd be to embarrassed... Now it just kind of... Happens?" when she quoted the song, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled the pinkette into his side smiling, starting to sing that specific song for her. She quoted it, time to reap the rewards of quoting it.

Rosalia couldn't help giggling when Seifer's cheeks lit up to the same shade as her hair.. or perhaps her eyes. Eh, it was still cute~ Though karma struck when she was pulled closer, and he started to sing what she quoted. Her own cheeks turned a few shades darker crimson than her eyes, but she couldn't help enjoy it. It was just for her, and maybe that's what made it special. Her fiancé, her future husband, was singing directly to her, and she was as happy as could be. Eyes shut, head against chest, Rosalia felt like she could fall asleep right there. Again.

Thankfully, she didn't this time around. She did, however, suddenly pull away from the brunette with a treasure of her own: his scarf. "I win~" And.... took off running, holding onto the scarf by one end so the rest of it trailed behind her like a sort of flag. Well, this is what you get for wearing a scarf at the beach. Not that she was entirely much better. She was wearing a lightweight, semi-short dress, but her extremely tall boots made up for that, as did the black shawl around her shoulders. Eh. It's the beach. No one cares what anyone else wears. "Victory is mineeeee!!!"

"W-What the hell?" How'd she manage to get that off him without his noticing? "Hey get back here!" he almost tripped into the sand as he took off after her. Well, the sudden shift in momentum would nearly knock anyone off their feet, or make them trip over nothing. In any case, he chased after her, sprinting as fast as he could. "Give it baaaaaaaaaaaaack..." he pleaded, though was having fun all the same as he chased the pinkette, trying to catch up... and if he did, she got a tackle that would end with him on the ground first. That's what you get, stealing scarves.

"Never!!! It's miiiiine!!!" Rosalia teased, running still. It only lasted so long, however. Given that Seifer was a solid seven inches taller than she, the male had a slightly longer stride, and caught up quickly. It also didn't help the female just had a ton of ice cream and sprinkles, nor that her boots had heels. At least they were thick heels, but running in the sand was nonetheless troublesome, and the female had actually started to trip when she was tackled by her pursuer. Landing with a cloud of dusty sand, the pinkette coughed a few times before sitting up...

And realized she was sitting on top of Seifer's chest. Specifically, she was straddling his abdomen, but hey, at least her dress was just long enough to cover everything?... He also got his scarf back, so bonus points? "Hi there?... Do I win?..."

Seifer coughed once at the cloud of dust and sand before looking up, feeling a pressure on his stomach... and turned a light shade of red. This was new. "U-Uh? Maybe? Do you think you win? And if so, what do you win?" he asked, placing his hands gently on a thigh and calf of his beloved. "More specifically, what do you want?" the scarf no longer mattered. It can just sit there next to him for a while. Lonely scarf.

Poor scarf, left alone in the dust...

Rosalia felt an all too familiar warmth return to her cheeks, not that it mattered. Maybe sitting like this in public was sort of an issue though, but eh, who cares? The pinkette's answer was a kiss. Having to lean over, she placed her hands lightly over his chest before pressing their lips together, eyes fluttering shut. The kiss easily lasted thirty seconds, which really is a long time since it was just a kiss. She eventually pulled back though, and the female's cheeks were the same shade as her eyes. A wide smile spread across her face, giggling with a sense of triumph. "Yup~ I win, and you're my prize~" she grinned cheerfully, leaving her hands still on his chest.

Rest in peace scarf...

The warmth in his own cheeks rose, as her gentle hands were placed on his chest and their lips locked. But he didn't try to pull away. No instead he got into it, shutting his eyes with her, his hands moving up Rosalia's legs to her waist... Caressing slow, and gentle. He was, admittedly a bit disappointed when she pulled back, however he did follow her smilling... sitting up with his chest gently pressed against her's, his arms sliding around her middle. She was tiny, but he didn't mind... he rather liked how they fit together, almost perfectly. "If I'm the prize, then what do you want to do with it?" what was he even asking? ...Oh no, was he turning into his sister?

Rosalia was ninety-nine percent sure that her blush couldn't get any darker. The keyword there is was. As soon as they were both sitting up, the pinkette now in the brunette's lap, and Seifer asked again about being a prize, the female's face was as red as a tomato. This was sweet little Rosalia brought back twice from "death" and look at what they were saying, what they were doing! Especially on the beach in public, and yet, she really didn't give a second thought about it. "Mmm... Have aaaaaaall of you to myself?" she responded innocently. Or was it? Good god what has the world come to!? It still didn't stop her from leaning in closer again and licking the male's jawline before her lips found their way to his again. Her hands, which were still on his chest, now clutched lightly at the fabric that separated her fingers from his skin.

The affection caused his face to grow darker, but returned it... Then quietly stood, taking her hands in his while picking up the scarf and leading her away from the public of the beach... to a nearby hotel. Beaches have hotels. Awkwardly, he asked for a room, somehow managing to hide the blush that was now his face... and proceeded to lead the pinkette into and inside the room. He was visibly shaking, nervous as hell. Why was he really nervous? With his mind swimming from earlier, he really couldn't think very straight as he removed his jacket, placing it and the scarf on a chair nearby.

His breath started escaping his mouth in short shaky bursts now. He was really worked up, unsure really of how to go about things. He was also severally deprived of a lot of things. Though, admittedly, he was just glad to be out of the public eye, if nothing else.

The female remained quiet for most of the walk, though unable to hide her own flushed cheeks. Not that she really cared. She just entwined her fingers with his, hoping the hold would help ease his nerves a bit. Rosalia could feel him shaking some as they entered the room, but how she did that through her own nervous twitches, I'm not entirely sure.

Taking off her shawl, she draped the fabric over the chair with Seifer's scarf and jacket, following it up by removing her obnoxiously tall boots. She set those aside neatly before returning to her fiancé's side, looking up at the male. Even with the substantial difference between their heights, she reached up and rested her hands on his cheeks. He was really nervous, not like she was any better, but someone had to start somewhere. So why not just continue from where they left off before?

Rosalia rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs before standing on her toes, and half pulling him closer so that their lips could meet again. It was slow to start, her hands making their way around to the back of his head to play with his hair. She pressed her torso against his in the kiss just enough so that the feeling of "fitting perfectly" was clear. Whatever she could do to help ease her lover's nerves.

The nervousness almost escalated as he felt her hands press against his face, but he didn't pull away... Instead, he chose to have them relocate from the floor to the bed, keeping their lips pressed together, his hand gently caressing her side. Then it escalated... She was now on her back, and he was over her, his beloved. He was glad to be in her presence, and even more so that they were no longer in the public eye, his hand exploring places best left unsaid. Needless to say his nervousness was now gone.

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You thought I was going to detail more? Go away you perverts.

Breathing slowly, Seifer lay on his back under the blankets, his arm curled around the pinkette with his hand settling gently on her hip while he tried to have her as close to his body as he could... Her skin warm and soft. His face was still a bright red as he kissed his beloved softly, nuzzling his head against her's. Whatever had come over him was unusual for him to say the least, but maybe it was best it had. For him anyway. "I love you." he whispered softly, relaxing with the pinkette. He could of gone to sleep, if it weren't for the fact that he shouldn't. Not yet, it was still to early to do so.

Pervertsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~

Rosalia breathed deeply, relaxing in the embrace of her lover. The room itself felt warm though not uncomfortable. Everything felt super sensitive as the energy between them ebbed away. Nothing but bliss was left, eyes shut and giggling softly at the nuzzle. "I love you too, forever and always.." Now would have been a perfect time to sleep though, and that was saying something when the pinkette could literally fall asleep anywhere. The day was still young, so eventually they would have to get up... Keyword: eventually. "Comfyyyyyyyy~" she mused happily, nuzzling her partner in return before placing a light kiss to his cheek.

She was adorable, and beautiful. He really couldn't ask for anyone better to be his partner. "Glad you think so." he smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead, then trailed down her nose, before pushing their lips together holding it for a moment. When he did break away, he had rolled onto his side, his arm draped over her smiling softly. "We should, probably head back soon shouldn't we?" he spoke softly, almost depressed sounding, but he was just happy to have her back... And wanted her to be with him alone forever. He knew that wasn't possible though.

"Aw... But I guess you're right..." she frowned, but returned the kiss nonetheless, and added another kiss to his cheek. She wanted to get up, paused a moment as she debated on how to get up, and in the end... curled up further into Seifer's chest and a blissful sigh. Neither of them wanted their time together to end, but it was a necessary evil. They couldn't just forget about Yukino and the others... which the pinkette wondered how Yukino would react to seeing her again. "Meeeeeeeh I don't wanna get uuuuuuuuup...." Rosalia pouted, clinging to both fiancé and blanket.

The male chuckled softly, nuzzling her forehead with his. "I know, it's pretty comfy. But we gotta." kissing her shoulder gently, he crawled out of bed, pulling his pants on first so that he wasn't completely naked, and certain parts weren't showing still. Grabbing a hold of his shirt though, he glanced over at his lover as he pulled it on. "It'll be okay. We can have more times like this in the future. I promise." he smiled. That sounded more perverted than he'd intended for it to, but whatever. He was with his fiance. That's all that mattered.

Rosalia huffed, pouting still, but eventually sat up in bed and glanced around. Actually, where did half their clothes end up? Granted, she only had her dress and undergarments, but those could be easily misplaced. Thankfully, she found everything and got dressed quickly. Her boots took up the most time with the fact that they were so god damn giant. Last to put on was her shawl, which was the equivalent of Seifer always wearing a scarf it seemed. "Ready to go~"

The male smiled softly at her after getting dressed... leaving only one thing off. "Before we go..." after dusting off the scarf from the sand it'd acquired on the beach, he gently wrapped the crimson scarf around her neck, leaving it loose so she didn't choke. "Keep it, it looks good on you." he spoke softly, kissing her forehead. Giving one more smile, he walked out of the hotel room to go and pay, and would be waiting for her just outside.

The scarf, the one she stole during their fun at the beach, was now around her own neck. Not actually something she expected, but she loved it anyways. Now she had a shawl and a scarf! Yaaaaaay scarfs~ She took a moment to look over herself in the mirror in the hotel bathroom. Not only did she need to readjust her hair clips, her pink hair being a mess as it was, she wanted to look over the new accessory for her outfit. It definitely matched her eyes and the hair clips, her black shawl with her boots, and the white dress to pull it all together. It was the perfect ensemble~

Two minutes later, the female was awake and happy as could be. She trotted out of their room and half glomped the brunette once outside. "Do you like it? My fiancé gave it to me~" she teased, grinning from ear to ear. "Ready to go~"

"H-Hey, weirdo." he smiled laughing at the tease as he put his arm around the girl's frame. It was time for them to return to the base. What a pain. Does not want. But it's what they should do. Sighing mentally, he lead the way from the hotel. "It looks great on you, you look really beautiful..." he sighed happily, pulling her as tight into his side as he could while they were walking.

Okuri guided his little following on a bit of a walk off toward the beach. He had wanted to come out this way for a while as it was and the fact that there were beach front restaurants was a plus. The smell of salt in the air was exciting for him as he approached. The usual seaside breeze blew through the area, ruffling his fur. It was very refreshing and relaxing for him. Though not for any of the friends accompanying him, Okuri did have his illusion in place seeing as a large dog leading a group of a people into a restaurant was going to look a bit odd.

Upon approaching what looked like a rather expensive establishment Okuri turned around to get a bit of a head count. He walked up and reported the number to the woman at the front desk. Within the half hour the party was seated and presented with menus. Okuri's illusion appeared to be seated though he was actually sitting up on to the side of it. That might have made for some awkward interactions with the waiters but he was being careful of his tails and sat in the middle of the long side of the table so there would be people on either side of him.

"Well everyone, no need to be shy. Order whatever and as much as you like. Money's not an issue." he said as everyone was getting situated. As they were at the ocean Okuri had begun craving large quantities of fish which was what he ordered when it was time. His sash proved capable of more than just card games as it fiddled with the silverware provided for him on the table. Card games, magical storage, even proper eating etiquette. One had to wonder what exactly it was and how he manipulated it.

Just like the night of drinks, a lot of people that followed Okuri had little regard for how much he was actually willing to pay, Bashiro included. Some of them were disturbed by the sight of the ruined mall nearby, recalling that this fight isn't over yet, but they can have a good meal before having to deal with another one of those freaks at least. So long as it isn't the twin towers... Wait, did Okuri even invite people beyond Jessie, himself, Haruka, and Carlos? ... Meh, whatever, sleazebags don't think about other people paying.

It was a pretty fancy place for the party, honestly. Then again, maybe it was just how awful Umano Slums were to look at that made them appreciate the finer things more.

"You know Aoi doesn't like sushi?" Jessie told everyone, sitting down. "It surprised me, seeing as she likes a lot of other Japanese food. Speaking of that, I'll take some. It's been awhile since I got to eat a decently prepared sushi roll."

"You say that like I don't get you any good ones." Bashiro retorted.

"You don't man. The fish back at home sucks."

Looking around Okuri took note of many of the various inhabitants that had taken part in the night he'd paid for everyone's drinks. And once again they were taking advantage of the situation and getting a ton of food for free off of him. Had money any real meaning to him or if he wasn't more focused on eating himself he might have gotten irritated with them.

Jessie and Bashiro had a bit of a back and forth about the sushi, mentioning that Aoi didn't like it and apparently the stuff they were accustomed to wasn't so good. Okuri took the liberty of ordering just about every roll the place had so Jessie could sample everything. This had originally been about treating Jessie for the role he played in defeating Gigaton after all. Though with recent events that wasn't quite as amazing at this point. But still, anything to help the boy feel better after what that conversation at the base was doing to him.

"These seaside places always tend to be lovely from my experience. Usually because they caught the fish themselves the same day they serve it to you. I don't think I've had fish at a restaurant in this life yet. I really liked it before, hope that didn't change." he said as he seemed to be pondering past fish eating experiences. He still hadn't really explained the multiple lives thing at this point, or really what he was. Not that most of the crowd cared. Huge dog or not he'd bought them all drinks and now food, so what if he could talk or was weird looking?

Carlos enjoyed the walk to the beach, not knowing that there was even a beach nearby. Okuri, activating his 'illusion', led the group to a nice restaurant of the kind that looked quite expensive. "Well, this is going to hurt my wallet" He thought, noticing that he left said item at the base. "... Oh". He remained silent until his friend mentioned... That he was paying.

"Woah. Are you sure Okuri?" Carlos said, looking at the menu and the prices. They had many wonderful options and Okuri's offer was actually a blessing... But it didn't feel right. "Look, I tend to eat... A lot. Even more when I have weeks without eating anything. When I came to this country, I wasted all my money buying the best hard candy I could find. No regrets" He warned his friend.

"Are you really, really sure you want me to order whatever I like and as much as I like?" He asked again, unable to believe it even thought he offered to pay the last time they were going to eat.

Haruka took a seat with the group, instantly feeling regret when he sat down. Not that he didn't want a night out with the guys, getting some grub and maybe a few more drinks around, but rather... he had a bad feeling about all of it.

"I'll get a beef bowl... actually I'll do two. And a coffee."

He was privately berated by one of the hostess' for having a weapon in a public place, but was quickly disregarded when he explained it was a prop for something totally irrelevant. It took quite a bit of persuading so he didn't have to take the thing out of it's sheath. Unlike his wife and anybody else with weapon-based equipment, he couldn't materialize and dematerialize his own, because it came from a timeline that collapsed after exiting it. There was nowhere for it to physically go.

He stretched out, staring at the group of goons he came with.

Sleazebag Bashiro, Trying-to-be-Innocent Jessie, Clueless Carlos, and...

He didn't have a title for him yet, but Okuri was the main party leader at the moment, holding all of that dosh and keeping the boys in check.

"Sorry, Okuri. I'll pay you back as soon as I can, most of my money at the moment is... well let's say in somebody else's hands right now."

Or on their hand, anyways.

"So, Jessie, Bashiro, Carlos, Okuri... Not to bring up a dark topic at dinner, but I promise it has a good ending. I know we have a major threat on our asses, and we aren't exactly that confident in taking it down after the last attempt...."

Haruka looked to everyone, double taking for each.

"But... if... no, when we take it down, how do you all want to celebrate."

Haruka had to fix the mistake. If they didn't take it down, he didn't get married and he would get deleted. So. Yeah.

"Never been here before, so I hope the food is good", Jessie stated, not realizing Okuri ordered him a bunch of sushi rolls, so he ordered himself even more. The boy laughed at Carlos noting he blew all of the money he got in this country on candy. Damn, dude, what kind of sweet tooth was this? A couple of the boys were surprised a hostess got on Haruka's case about the sword. Um, hello? They're saving the world with card games. Can you not and just give us a discount instead? Thanks. No no, no one said that to her, but they sure whispered it loudly to one another.

"Don't tell me she already has your funds", Bashiro said to Haruka, worried that Yukino was already in control of his life. He kept a pleasant mood, despite this, grinning while sitting back in his chair and communicating with some of the other soldiers and thugs at nearby tables. The military listened to the second-in-command talk about this nightmare's end and how'd they celebrate.

"More drinks?" One thug suggested.

"More food?" Another.

"A lap around the city?" Jessie spoke.

"A nap and some nice pay?" Bashiro answered hopefully.